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A/N: Enjoy! R&R, same with my other fics. Oneshot. FWHG

A Perfect Dream

It was 1:42 AM, and 20-year-old Fred Weasley was asleep in his room. His twin, George, and he shared a flat above their joke shop, but George was out for the night with friends. Fred was so deep in sleep that he didn't hear the spell whispered, or his window open.

Fred was having one of the best dreams of his life. He was with a beautiful dark haired girl in bed. She was kissing his neck ever so slightly, giving him chills each time his lips met his skin. Her hands were on his bare chest, in his hair, on his face, moving up and down his arms, just exploring his body. She was straddling him, pushing her hips down onto his, grinding up against him. He could feel himself becoming incredibly aroused. This girl knew just what to do to him. She slowly moved her hands down his chest, and traced above the top of his pants with her fingertips, moving over his hips, around his navel, and farther down. She curved her fingers around the waistband and pulled down. Her tongue slid down one of his thighs, and up the other, watching him become more aroused. She slid her hands up his legs, over his chest, and back down to where he longer her to touch him the most. She wrapped her fingers around his member, squeezing lightly. She licked the length of him with the tip of her tongue. He could feel her every move; he loved it. Everything she was doing was absolutely perfect. Her wavy brown hair fell over her shoulder as she slowly took him into her mouth. She began to move her head up and down, getting faster and faster. He was getting close, he could feel it, and so could she. And then, she stopped.

"Fred." He heard a soft voice calling him. Fred didn't want to wake up, he wanted his dream to contnue. But where did the girl of his dreams go?

"Fred, wake up." He felt a light nibble on his ear, and moaned softly. He slowly opened his eyes. As they adjusted to the darkness, he noticed a girl in his bed, and there was not one there when he went to sleep. He also noticed he was naked, and so was she. But this didn't surprise him, scare him, or bother him. In fact, he was very happy. He smiled at his girlfriend.

"'Mione." he said and he pulled her into a deep kiss, moving her hips over his, and finishing what she had started.

A/N: Short and sweet, hope you like!